blessed are those that seek me first

blessed are those that seek me first

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tempted, i do not look behind.  i see the glory you have laid, laid out on the road before me. i seek not to build up the treasures they mention. i seek not covet anything ...
i let it go.

blessed are those that seek me first.  i will give them the food and the light they require. i will give them everything that they think they needed not. for i will show you the corners of my heart and they will not be your own.  you will lay resting on my words.  my direction shall be the only one you can seek. and there you shall find new treasures, those in which you have not sought before.  i shall make you bare and free, of the world you shall not be.  you will seek me.  seek me.  nothing and everything will fall away.  for i shall be yours and you mine.  and in the eternity of ours, you shall live, breathless but full of life.  you will rest in me. you will find me and see me for what i am.  i blind those who do not see, they can never see.

for once you have tasted what i have to taste, nothing will taste the same.  for once you hear the voice that is only of my own, no others shall you hear.  you shall be mine, and i yours.  the skies will be full and open up unto those who seek, see me, and hear my voice.  once this has been granted, it shall be done.  it will be done.  and it will be finished.  i, therefore, live among you, resting in this place that only is mine.  i will stay and remain constant.  i will over come your life, i shall seek you, to love me.  i shall seek you to find me and it will not cease until at once you have known me and loved me.
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to give you a little background, i sometimes (most of the time) feel an urge to write and it's almost instantaneous how the words come out.  i'm not really sure what i am writing until i am finished and read it myself!   i'm like the minute writer or something.  but sometimes these moments wake me up at night (i keep my journal and pen right beside my bed for exactly these kinda moments) ... or other weird times, they'll hit.  that's what happened here and actually this is from last year - recently found it tucked into something and don't usually post my "writings" on here, but thought i'd share.

i thought about you

i thought about you

i thought about you
and how i needed you
how you changed me
and loved me
how you gathered me up
and picked up the pieces
from afar

i thought about you
and the music in my ear
and how i write to see
it clearly
and how i can feel you
constantly

i thought about you
and the dreams that
live within
and the inspiration
that you give me

i thought about you
and how you are blessed
and beautiful
that you are perfect
in every way

i thought about you
and how i love you
dawn until dusk
and even in my dreams
just the way you are.

rocky rock

rocky rock

tumble tumble
rocky rock
i popped the top
i just had to
STOP
but i couldn't
i wouldn't

it rose me
and drove me
to eat
until
i couldn't
and i
shouldn't
anymore

but it ran and
stood
where we gathered
and we would
if we could
because we want
to
and need
to
but we can't
or we won't

but it stayed
and
played
in our hearts
every
single day

it warms us
and loves
us
it saves us
and heals
us

i dream
you dream
so we should
and we could
if we
want to
and
need to

we have to.

the baroness

the baroness

she twiddles and sneers
like the royalty
of her persuasion
rotating thumbs in
typical fashion
of someone
purposeless,
maybe pronounced
her head held high
unruly in it's twist
and fixations.

throne appears golden
with her
but only with her
she dare not look
at the gravel beneath
her feet
the sturdy hand that
helped the build
of her castle,
built on sand.

the treasure chest

the treasure chest

i keep it in a safe place
stored in little treasure chest
the key has not been made
and i have no where to look
forsaken, forgotten it must
i cannot travel both where i could
though it shouts to me
morning through night

it gets closer
the key maker is on his way
he wants to open and unleash
the gold hidden away

i've tied it and wrapped it tight
buckled down all the loose sides
it is iron sided, steel enforced
safely protected, for today

for when he arrives and finds
what he sees and seeks
all will be changed and lost
for when the light is too strong
and the riches await
we'll have to choose to open the gate

and if that gate shall be broken
or unlocked
tomorrow will leave forever
anything that had lay before it
will sink in comparison
for the truth will set it free

once this day has come
there will be no looking back
thus you turn into a pillar of salt
all that once was will be gone
and a new kingdom shall be sought

who doesn't want to open that chest?
to find gold and riches and light
but you'll see the past no more
and a new future will await.

rumbling

rumbling

the rumbling inside
my body
the urge to burst out
and run
sweltering and uneasy
i sit and wait
for the night fall
to come
i pour myself to fit
into the glass
slipper
steadily cleaning up
stitching in
what needs mending

i speak to feel
and paint to see
the heart lay in a
thousand pieces
piercing and stapling up
what lay out
on the table.

i'll travel both

i'll travel both

i see your sight
and into your eyes
long down, bent below
i find it hard
to play the part
that way, you wish i would go

to see what i sought
to know what i fought
sit and stay awhile for sure

move in, see in
to know the beating in my heart

yes, he said
it bent down below
i stood where i could
and, yes, i travelled both.